Ode To The S2000
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From: north tonawanda
Ode To The S2000
AFTER A TEST DRIVE IN A MY2001 S2000 I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS PIECE OF POETRY:
Be brave. Keep your throttle foot on the floor. There; there it is. You feel it just as the tachometer passes 8,000 revolutions per minute.
For an instant you're certain you've stuck a finger into a light socket. How else could such a charge be snapping across the synapses?
The highly tuned engine, already yowling like a beast at 7,000 rpm, slides into a different dimension as it closes on the 9,000-rpm danger point. Deeper than primal, it feels as if the buzz, the excitement, is coming not from the car, but from within your skull, perhaps your soul.
Be brave. Keep your throttle foot on the floor. There; there it is. You feel it just as the tachometer passes 8,000 revolutions per minute.
For an instant you're certain you've stuck a finger into a light socket. How else could such a charge be snapping across the synapses?
The highly tuned engine, already yowling like a beast at 7,000 rpm, slides into a different dimension as it closes on the 9,000-rpm danger point. Deeper than primal, it feels as if the buzz, the excitement, is coming not from the car, but from within your skull, perhaps your soul.
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From: Buffalo
>>The highly tuned engine, already yowling like a beast at 7,000 rpm, slides into a different dimension as it closes on the 9,000-rpm danger point. Deeper than primal, it feels as if the buzz, the excitement, is coming not from the car, but from within your skull, perhaps your soul.<<
That's beautiful man. It brought a tear to my eye.
That's beautiful man. It brought a tear to my eye.
